Janet is so incredibly lazy that she asked me to write today’s blog. She also took far too long to feed me today and has invited strangers into the front yard to take down her tree, thwarting any desire I might have to eat grass followed by recreational vomiting.
So, the Regency. Not a good time for cats. No reproductive rights, persecuted for our beautiful coats and tuneful intestines. Portrayed, as you can see, as grotesque gluttons or sneaky criminals.
Excuse me, I must go eat.
Where was I? Oh yes, the Regency. A time of persecution and–
OMG what is that on the ceiling?
Never mind. Hey, I bet you can’t get your leg up by your ear and do this.
Any other cats out there who wish to comment?